Lyrics
Why get money, money
Were it well, were it well
7 days, 7 days
Like great fucking deal, great fucking deal
Like Monday, I ain't got no time for taking photo
Drink on Tuesday
I'm just making love by Wednesday
Where my money, my money, my money
Boy I get that money
And I get that guap
Use to be broke
But I changed that now
Living by the pool
With some hecres now
I don't live by the rules
We getting papers now
Look at y'all faces now
Y'all mad cos a young nigga really made it now
Y'all chasing clout
Fuck that boy I been chasing the bag
So many cash in my pockets
They sag
I'm breaking bread with brothers from Kazakh
Script on the drums and still he on the verse
I took the game and put it on reverse
I took your hoe and put her in a dress
That's just for flex
Boy I'm up next
Gorilla energy hang on my chest
Why get money, money
Were it well, were it well
7 days, 7 days
Like great fucking deal, great fucking deal
Like Monday, I ain't got no time for taking photo
Drink on Tuesday
I'm just making love by Wednesday
Where my money, my money, my money
I'm like Craig David back in 2000
Seven days, for the new advances
Always hungry like a praying mantis
Shoot my shot, like a born assassin
Heard you was looking for me
I tell em go check out the resume
While I be having conversations with top models
And we sipping on Chardonnay
Boy, I don't need me a Felipe
I still be dripping on the scene
I still dey rolling with day 1s
Never had to switch up on my team
I done pay my dues, make them go sleep
Been on my Grind, chasing blue cheese
Gave the city different type of vibes